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You are an Enclave soldier(wearing the related image). It is 2776 and the DC contingent is falling apart as the BOS make their way with that damn robot. You are in a damaged Vertibird that is escaping. After the bird flies about 50 miles North there is a sound of the engine failing. The pilot calles back saying that the bird is going down. The crash kills both pilots.Your partner was flung out of the craft and smashed against a rock. You survive. The only undamaged weapon is a Chinese asolault rifle with two full magazines and one in the rifle with 20 bullets. What now?

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The airhorns blare out across the city, signalling the start of a new day in MLGtropolis
Pepsiman's warm smile beams out from the lifeless screens covering half the city, his morph-suit's hood pulled back to show his corporately calculated grin
The rest of the city is covered in ads, for Xbox, Doritos, Mtn Dew, all things which hold a monopoly and won't let anyone forget it
The gamers arise, their beds morphing into their gaming chairs to start a new day on Overwatch
They all main DVA
All of them
You are a Digital Danksmith, a tastemaker, you decide what is the dankest and, if nothing fits the bill, make it yourself
What is your name?

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We return to our match with the Red Tribe striking first blood against the Mono. Blue Tribe calls for a summit to prevent further violence after Red kidnapped 3 Mono settlers.

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Demons. Eldjötnar. Oni. Asura. Jinn. Monsters.

Whatever they are called, they now rule the world. On December 21st, 2012, the barrier separating Earth from what is now called the Eskathos ruptured, and these twisted creatures emerged from the Breach to gorge themselves upon the flesh and souls of humanity and sate their endless appetite for wrath, pride, envy, insincerity, falseness, boasting, and bellicosity.

Mad Wendigo spreads frozen wastelands and devours all those unlucky enough to cross its path. Radiant Lucifer spreads his devout cult of personality throughout the world. Jealous Andhaka abducts the wives of his despairing subjects. Two-faced Shezmu drowns northern Africa in orgies of wine and blood. Hidden Vucub-Caquix usurps day and night in South America. Arrogant Arachne weaves her monstrous fashion out of hair shaved from the heads of beautiful maidens. Evil-eyed Balor wages war and battle in Ireland and its neighbors to expand his kingdom.

Demons were not the only ones to return, however. Soon after the Breach opened, the Relics awakened their power. Only these men and women, mortal embodiments of divine weapons and tools, hold the power to match the forces of the Eskathos.

Excalibur and its Sheath arose first, followed by the Thunderbolt, the Tower of Babel, the Brahmastra, Gungnir, the Was and the Smoking Mirror.

The Relics defend human civilization and gather their strength until the day comes when they can lay siege to the Breach and assail the Eskathos itself.

You are one of them.

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"And that's how it happens" Castor finishes. "If all goes well, 6-9 months later- depending on what sort of girl you're with -you get a baby... unless she lays eggs, which is a different story all together"

...

"Huh..." You say. "So the thing goes into-"
"Yep" Castor says.
"And girls have a-"
"Yes they do" Castor says.

"Huh" You say. "Is everyone made like that?"
"Without a doubt" Castor says.

"Even me?" You ask.
"I certainly hope so"

"And what if all doesn't go well?" You ask.
"That depends on how 'not well' things went" Castor says. "Sometimes you get back in there and try it again, sometimes... you don't"

Castor looks strangely saddened, so you choose not to chase that subject further.
...

"Huh" You say. "I'm not sure what to do with this information"
"Knowledge is knowledge" Castor says. "I'm sure it'll come in handy some day"
Vivi's ears suddenly perk up, and she starts to wriggle and fuss.

"Yuuuuuuuuuuskyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" You hear Pip yelling.

You look over at the ramp to see her, Derrick, Emi, and Ilica coming down. Ilica looks annoyed, but her face brightens up when she looks over in your direction and sees Vivi trying to escape.

"Hey guys" You say.
"Hey Yuu. Good afternoon Castor, Richard..." She reaches out and takes Vivian from Richard, hugging the tiny felid closely. "Vivi"
"Meew" Vivian responds, looking just as happy to see Ilica as Ilica was to see her...

"What's going on?" Emi asks. "You guys looked like you were talking about something interesting"
"I guess..." You say.

>Castor was telling me about where babies come from

>Have you seen Richard's book?

>Ask if women like honesty

>Other

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You were walking back to your house after a long day at work when you noticed a beam of light surrounding you, you felt yourself being lift up into the air and blacked out, after that you don't remember much more, only bits of getting carried around, lights of different colors flashing around you and the color pink around you, like being surrounded by a pink blizzard.

You woke up unsure of how much time had passed since you blacked out, you looked around the room trying to find an indication of where were you at, while looking around the room you somehow felt different, you looked down at yourself and noticed you weren't human anymore.

>Were you still a man?
Or
> You changed into a woman

In your new body

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"Another one, Bertram." You call out to the bartender as you slam the mug you've just emptied greedily on the wooden counter, and you stagger unsteadily on the bar stool, struggling to remain in control of your own body in the presence of such an unholy amount of alcohol. As you finally manage to not fall out of your seat after an incredible effort, you push yourself forward and beach yourself on the sturdy counter, where as you look upwards, you manage a glance at the heavily built bartender (who you count as one your closest friends).

He isn't the happiest you've ever seen him.

"Jack, you ought to quit for tonight. I'm sorry for your loss, but at this rate you'll be joinin-" Is all he manages to get out before you snatch a mug from a nearby spot on the counter and begin guzzling more of the precious liquid as quick as you can before Bertram manages to stop you.

You did better than you expected, as you end up taking out half the bottle before Bertram rushes you and pries it from your fingers with iron fingers and an annoyed scowl. He shoves you lightly, though at this point it's more than enough to send you sprawling backwards and you feel your back send a wave of pain on impact with the rickety wooden floor.

"Fucking hell, Jack. Look, brother. You need to stop."

"I'm fine, Bert. Just..need another...bottle." You slur slowly as you crawl upright, and lean against the wall to prevent yourself from falling down again.

"Goddammit, man." He mutters, and he pulls you up and lets you lean on him as the two of you make your way to the battered doors of the pub, opening them with a mighty shoulder check and exposing the both of you to the chilly evening. You look around and find the sun dropping low in the horizon, marking it's final descent within the next hour or two. Darkened woods surround you, making a rueful exception at the pub and the paved road laid down to divide civilization and wild savagery.

"Look, Jack", Bertram shouts to make himself heard over the whistling of the cold country wind, "I need to close the place up for the night, mostly because of you, but anyways. Stay here, and I'll come back in a bit and bring you back home alright mate."

You nod, and he heads back inside with gusto, no doubt not trusting you to stay still, inebriated as you are.

Some minutes pass, and naught but the frigid wind blowing and the new arrival of snowfall provides you with any companionship as the buzzing in your head continues unabated. Eventually, with nothing left to do, your mind begins to play what you came to the pub to forget, you produce a frustrated scream.

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It is the year 1504 AD, and the New World has been discovered and is ripe for pillaging and conquest an- I mean, colonization and civilization. However, your mother country has tasked you with bringing civilization to the savages of the New World… And you happen to be a conquistador, an explorer, or just one unlucky sod planning to get plenty of disease!

But first, let's get some rules sorted out, shall we?

Dice Rolling.

Unlike my other quests, Conquistador Quest allows for only one dice roll on VERY HARD checks, two dice rolls on HARD checks, and three dice rolls on normal checks. Critical are not prioritized except on HARD and normal checks.

Combat

Combat unlike my other quests is decided by a rock-paper-scissors formula. Basically, Defense beats Attacks, Attacks beat Special Attacks, and Special Attacks beat Defense. It however is not complete guessing, as I will provide narrative hints, which can vague from very fucking vague to quite explicit.

But enough of all that, let's get right into the character generation.

>I’m German, of course, and I’m known to be a warrior and disciplined.
>I hail from Spain, and I’m known for being both religious and determined to spread the glory of Spain.
>I’m Italian, making me a brilliant lover, and a good fencer to boot! Oh, and religious. Sometimes.
>I’m Scottish, and don’t you forget it! I’ll kick any and all British arse damn it!
>I’m French, monsieur… For the King and Francia!
>I’m Irish, Catholic, and servin’ heaven the best I can, eh?
>I’m British, I’ll have you know. And a gentleman. And charming, of course.
>I’m Turkish, and Allah preserve me, that this New World you speak of isn’t full of infidels. Actually, is it? I’d like to wet my scimitar a little.
>I’m Greek, not fucking Turkish damn it!
>Swedish, and I’ll be damned if I don’t make my country great, damn it!
>Dutch, and I’m ready to make a quick buck off this New World… At any cost.
>I'm Portuguese, as in trading and get bitches with Spain, Portugal.

Sex

>Male.
>Female.

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The age is 889, March 4.

This planet is unlike no other. It teems with life from the very molten core to the most treacherous ice landmass. On this planet many great Warriors have come and gone, time being the ultimate adversary to many. Among the billions on this planet, many irregularities exist.

You are one of these irregularities. An extraterrestrial or an abomination long created in the past. What are you?

>Appulian
>Bas
>Bio-Man
>Han-Jin
>Kanessa
>Korsithian
>Makyan
>Namekian
>Spriggan
>Zeppinian
>Zombie
>Zoon
>Ancient RR Relic Android

This game is a sandbox where the core goal is to survive, whatever the necessities your chosen race needs. Participating anons influence the actions of the character, promptly developing self directed objectives. Some objectives maybe defaulted as necessities depending on race.

Major actions are decided with dice+1d12.
Minor actions are RP'd.

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Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
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Now that you think about it. The last few days have been fairly hectic.

After you had been summoned by CINPAC, you had been sent into a briefing room. Everybody in the unit had been assembled there for an upcoming recon operation. CIA plants in Soviet RnD had learned of an upcoming test of a prototype vehicle in Kamchatka. While details about what the vehicle was remained scarce, the plants had found out the time, date and location of the test. And unsurprisingly, it had been planned to take place under the cover to heavy cloud cover to protect the test from being spied on by CIA U-2s. As such, VF-21 would have to undertake a low level penetration of Soviet airspace to get pictures of the test.

With the associated risks of penetrating Soviet airspace, everybody had been given a chance to wash out and leave the unit before entering service. It came as no shock to you that nobody quit.

Once the briefing was complete, everybody was ordered back to the barracks to collect their belongings. You took slightly longer than everyone else by virtue of receiving a number of care packages from Lauren, your former ex.

Speaking of her, she was slightly distressed when you showed up in the hanger with your bags packed, she had apparently been under the impression that you were only leaving for a meeting, not redeploying. You had to pull her to one side while Zeus went over the new E 'cat with the Grumman ground crew. While you couldn't tell her the exact details of what you were doing, she seemed contented with your explanation. Before leaving you gave her a hug goodbye, though you knew that she wanted something more.

You and the rest of VF-21 all formed up on the runway and took off as one, heading for the carrier USS Independence, which would ferry you to Japan, where you would be deployed after the mission in case things went hot.

Freelancer squadron didn't fly alone, a few high-scoring pilots from TOPGUN were sent out with you to fill up space on the carrier. And CINPAC had managed to get his hands on an F-14 to fly over himself. Apparently a spare Tomcat was needed on the Independence, but it was pretty obvious that he was abusing his position to get more flight time.

In fairness, if you had his position you would have done the same.

Regardless, the majority of the trip out there had been spent customising the flight control settings on the F-14E, otherwise known as the "Echo-'cat". The flight plan had already been set out, and with the constant threat of Soviet maritime reconnaissance aircraft taking a peek at the carrier, the Echo-'cat had spent the trip in the hanger.

>CONT

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Welcome, one and all, to Spookquest, where we embark on a journey to achieve our life goal: Successfully become spooky enough to frighten somone.

You play the part of Francis "Frankie" Femur, a New Haunt skeleton with a shitty apartment and only a few hundred spirits in your bank account. On the plus side, at least you're seeing someone now.

Decisions will be made based on the most popular vote. Occasionally, an event roll will happen to see if anything pops up in Frankie's life.

Last time on Spookquest: Frankie slapped a bitch and got away with it, quit his job, started dating Kitty the kitsune, got a new job at Spooktek, dreamt about unicorn outifts and success, failed at blackmail, attended a spooky lecture, met Larry the alligator man and got drunk with him, voted for Donald Lump, rejected a co-worker, channeled the spirit of Drive, went shopping online, and practiced blackface. Not necessarily in that order.

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You are Theodora Cain, daughter of Basiliscus The First, king of the human realm. You are the king's rightful and only heir, destined to take his place governing his land.
The human realm, also named Ceoressa, is situated on fertile soils and crossed by many rivers descending from the northern mountains, which belong partly to the Akashee, a specie of half-bird, half-men pacifists. The southern border touches the elves' great forest, smaller than any other kingdom but fiercely guarded by their magicians, who are also their leaders and with whom you are currently at peace (which was not always the case).
On the West lies the Jewel Sea, shining under a rarely clouded sun and is populated by wondrous creatures, some intelligent and capable of manipulating magic, but very secretive and all in all not a threat to Ceoressa because of the peace treaty binding you both which has always been respected.
To the East, on the contrary, lies a swarm of problems. The chaotic land from where it is said magic and elves originaly came, now corrupted by the dark powers and decadence of the Alrunes. It is whispered that these horned and perverted folks were once humans who let emotions and desires take control of their souls to gain unnatural access to magic. Ceoressa isn't at war with them but they are suspected of trying to assassinate the previous kings and queens of the land, and are known for their violent, brutal and twisted society.
For now, no war is feared among the people, the last plague broke out fifty years ago and crops grow stronger than ever. The King and yourself are loved by your folks... Until now.

You turned 16 a few months ago and your father got wounded in a ritual duel with an Akashee chief. The injury got infected and the only magicians powerful enough to cure him live in the far away land of the elves so they didn't make it in time to save him. After mourning his death, since you respected him as a leader and loved him as a father, you start preparing yourself to be Queen. You know there will be many choices to make and with the King dying so suddendly and you still being so young, you'll have to prove that you have what it takes to be a great Queen.

But first, you need to talk to your people. For the first time, you are wearing your father's crown and it rests heavily on your head. You can hear chants coming from outside, the whole court is waiting for you. You step forwards, walk through the thick red curtains. The sun blinds you for a second and the crowd roars with excitement. Your most trusted advisor, tries to summon silence, but only your hands resting on the marble handrail achieves it.

You now stand, fierce and proud, almost intoxicated with the feeling of the power that now rests in your hands... But you can't shake off the anxiety of the consequences of your actions.

What do you tell the people listening, and by extension the whole world to whom scribes will read your speech ? What do you promise them ?

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Last time! In Falsehood of Gerosda you, the 15 year old Nathaniel Joesph, find yourself outside the Rune Writer's Shop in the Kingdom. You are here to catch up with Herald, one of the people you friend met when you first come to this world. You were given a feather so you may be able to meet up with him without being shooed off by the royal guard of Eldham. Being accompanied by a mage, Mavis, another friend of your's.